Yesterday afternoon, my back spasm had subsided to the point where I felt able to announce my return to work today. This morning, however, I awoke at 7 AM in ferocious spasm once again. It had eased a little over the next hour, so I struggled in, but not before calling my masseuse, Kelly-Anne Kingston.
I call her "the girl with the magic hands", but she is so much more than that. In fact she is a kind of upper-working class renaissance woman: over and above her clinical skills, she is, inter alia, an author, poet, single parent AND foster parent, aerobics teacher, magistrate and law student (at the open university). Kelly-Anne is not her real name, but her "pseudoname" as she charmingly refers to it. What a gal! I am privileged indeed to count her among my friends.
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